Failure: My Fuel

November 14, 2012

She was, Independent, Smart, Diligent, Now she is, Despondent, Weak, Pathetic-- She was, my Idol, my bestfriend, My Mother. Now she is, a Lush, a deadbeat, A Stranger-- So what has changed her? Was it me?? No!-- I believe she changed due to failure. She was, my inspiration, my motivation, the fuel to my fire. Now she is, My Inspiritation, My Motivation, My Fuel to My Fire-- Inspite of her failure.

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jdawson143Nov 14, 2012

Through out my life I was surrounded by alcohol, drugs and violence. I took that negative energy and turned it around to benifit me. I saw everyone around me fail, and all I wanted was success. I worked and stayed in many homes, just managing to get through school. I have gained total independence at the age 19 all because of others addictions. I do not judge nor look down on those with dependecy problems. I share there pain, because it is an illness. I plan on taking my experiences and turning them into a career. I plan on becoming a psychologist and help my loved ones and many others overcome addiction. I am so thankful for my struggles because without them, I'd be no one.

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